The Apple’s Tears by Gracie Chick

This poem is for my wonderful and caring Nanny, she does so much for us and today is her birthday.  Happy Birthday.

This poem is about an apple that ends up being whizzed into a super delicious smoothie that my nanny likes to make in her Nutribullet each day.

THE APPLES TEARS

I’m trembling, a giant hand seizes me and takes me from the bowl.
My time has come, the humans are taking their toll.

I scream and I scream, but nobody hears,
I cry great juicy tears.

The lid is shut and I am trapped,
I struggle until all my energy is sapped.

I wait for the moment with utter dread,
when the glinting blade will blitz my head.

The human smiles with it’s glassy eyes,
“Little apple, you’re in for a suprise”

They don’t realise I know too well,
what will happen in this deathly cell.

A thundering noise begins above my head
and the blade starts whizzing as I have said.

I can only dodge it for so long,
soon I’ll be part of that green slimy throng.

As I lose my ear, I let out a yelp,
“If there’s anyone out there, could they please help?”

I think of the memories of a summer day,
when I grew on a tree in a land faraway.
I think of what my Mama used to say,
“Be bold, little apple, be brave”.

So now I’m all gone
and my body is part of that green slimy throng,
I’ll be glad for the memories of a bright summers day
and the memory of a tree in a land faraway.

THE END

ps I think this is one of my favourite poems I’ve ever written!

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Holiday Snaps!

The beach

The beach at Lyme Regis

 

Buried in sand!

Buried in sand!

 

Last week my family and I went on holiday to the lovely little seaside town of Lyme Regis. We had such an amazing time I thought I’d share a few photos and memories.

Most of our time was spent on the beach, building sandcastle, swimming in the sea and burying each other in the sand.

Dad, Evan and Irys spent ages making me such a beautiful mermaid tail!

Dad, Evan and Irys spent ages making me such a beautiful mermaid tail!

Struggling to get out!

Struggling to get out!

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was Lyme Regis Lifeboat Week while we were there so there were loads of awesome activities on. We took part in a few of them.

Morris Dancing and we got to join in! It was really fun swirling hankies and skipping.

Morris Dancing and we got to join in! It was really fun swirling hankies and skipping.

 

 

 

 

Irys and Evan joined in a treasure hunt on the sandy beach. Here's irys digging for her life.

Irys and Evan joined in a treasure hunt on the sandy beach. Here’s irys digging for her life.

There was a pavement art competition. This was my entry. I didn't win.

There was a pavement art competition. This was my entry. I didn’t win.

 

 

 

 

 

Because it was lifeboat week the RNLI (royal national  lifeboat institution) put on lots of displays.  At one point we actually got to board the boat and have a look inside!

 

Ev trying on a crew member's helmet.

Ev trying on a crew member’s helmet.

This photo says it all. My bro is in absolute paradise, he LOVES the RNLI.

This photo says it all. My bro is in absolute paradise, he LOVES the RNLI.

Us with the small lifeboat, named 'The Spirit Of Loch Fyne'

Us with the small lifeboat, named ‘ The Spirit of Loch Fyne’

 

A rescue reanactment

A rescue reenactment

Me sitting in the lifeboat navigator's seat.

Me sitting in the lifeboat navigator’s seat.

 

We did a few walks on our holiday. Some long, some short. On one short walk we saw a stunning viaduct, so impressive. Another time we walked about 9 miles to Seaton, got the bus back to Lyme and then had to walk 2 or 3 miles back to the campsite. I must admit, my feet nearly dropped off!

Mum and us kids in front of the viaduct

Mum and us kids in front of the viaduct

Map reading

Map reading

Walking.....

Walking…..

This was taken just over half way through the walk.

This was taken just over half way through the walk.

Clambouring precariously along a fallen down tree which was resting against another tree. It was about 20 foot above the ground.

Clambouring precariously along a fallen down tree which was resting against another tree. It was about 20 foot above the ground.

 

This photo is of a water mill that was on our daily walk into Lyme.

This photo is of a water mill that was on our daily walk into Lyme.

 

We took some really cool selfies while on our hols. I tried to be creative and do something a little different when I took the one of me laying on the stones.

Me and Evan.

Me and Evan.

My Mum and Dad with Lyme Regis in the background.

My Mum and Dad with Lyme Regis in the background.

 

I love this pic.

I love this pic.

 

I love fireworks, they’re magical. I love to come up with names for all the different types, gold sparkles, fairy dust and lily flower. Watching them shoot up from the end of The Cob and explode above the sea, lighting it up in a thousand different colours, beautiful, just beautiful.

WOW!

WOW!

Fire Shower is my name for this one.

Fire Shower is my name for this one.

Squiggle and Swirl!

Squiggle and Swirl!

 

The Cob is a long wall in Lyme Regis that encircles the harbour. It is fun to walk along, you can feel the fresh sea breeze and it whips your hair around. My Mum and Uncle used to spend all of their holidays in Lyme, doing all the stuff we’ve done.

Looking down into the sea.

Looking down into the sea.

Irys (with a lovely smile)

Irys (with a lovely smile)

Weeeeeeeeeeeee!

Weeeeeeeeeeeee!

Evan about to walk along a rickety pontoon and then board the lifeboat. It's a dream come true for him.

Evan about to walk along a rickety pontoon and then board the lifeboat. It’s a dream come true for him.

I had to include this lovely photo of my sister.

This is Irys at our campsite, Hook Farm Camping.

This is Irys at our campsite, Hook Farm Camping.

Our camp, rather relaxed.

Our camp, rather relaxed.

 

Our great great grandparents used to be part of the bowling team on Lyme green. They have a bench here in their memory.

Our great great grandparents used to be part of the bowling team on Lyme green. They have a bench here in their memory.

After our lovely holiday in Lyme Regis we finally had to leave, but the fun was not over. We had a few places to stop on the way home, including the Cerne Giant, a village fete and Durdle Door, a place of wonder and tranquility, although it is invaded by hundreds of tourists every summer.

Coconut shy! Dad got two, but I got none.

Coconut shy! Dad got two, but I got none.

A lovely photo in front of the Cerne Giant.

A lovely family photo in front of the Cerne Giant.

The village fete we went to was in some one's garden and they had an outdoor swimming pool. Irys and I had a swim.

The village fete we went to was in some one’s garden and they had an outdoor swimming pool. Irys and I had a swim.

 

I took so many pics of Durdle Door, because I think it’s stunning. Here are the best ones:

My Siblings playing at dusk.

My Siblings playing at dusk.

The cove

The cove

Gazing out to sea......

Gazing out to sea……

The view of the beach, cove and arch from the cliff top.

The view of the beach, cove and arch from the cliff top.

Irys and the famous arch.

Irys and the famous arch.

Durdle Door

Durdle Door

 

This is a perfect picture. If I stare at it hard enough a poem starts to form in my mind.

This is a perfect picture. If I stare at it hard enough a poem starts to form in my mind.

 

I’ll finish with a few family shots and a big thank you to my Mum and Dad for such an awesome holiday.

Sitting on the step of our campervan.

Sitting on the step of our camper van.

Walking in the sea's shallows.

Walking in the sea’s shallows.

Dad and I

Dad and I

Jeans For Genes Day!

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Jeans for Genes Day is drawing near!  I’m sure some of you have heard of it and maybe even done something with your friends, school or work in aid of this amazing charity.  For those who aren’t familiar with it, here goes my explanation.

Jeans for Genes is a charity helping children with genetic disorders. On the 18 September every year, people in groups, schools, nurseries and workplaces all over the place get together and do something extraordinary in their jeans.

The money they raise goes to the charity and they use it to create life changing projects,  such as A Week On The Open Ocean, which gives children born with no eyes the opportunity to spend a week learning to sail and steer out in the English Channel. One teenage girl said that she didn’t dare to leave the house without her prosthetic eyes before the course.  She left them behind when she went on the boat and now she feels so much more confident without them. She also said that it taught her to be brave and try new things.  It’s really incredible.

It also provides equipment for the kids, like wheelchairs or communicating devices. It makes life a whole lot more pleasurable and easier for them and their families. They pay for well-earned holidays for young carers, who sacrifice their own life for the needs of others. They are true legends, they should be celebrated.

These children are so amazing, you think what they’ve been through, yet they don’t give up, they fight until the very end. When asked, ” What do want the most?”,  one young boy with restricted growth answered, “I wouldn’t change who I am for a million bucks, I just want to be accepted as who I am”.  They don’t want to feel excluded and bullied just because they are different, at heart they are just the same as any other child, special.

These are a few of the children with genetic disorders featured on the Jeans for Genes website. To read their stories visit the the address at the bottom of the page.

These are a few of the children with genetic disorders featured on the Jeans for Genes website. To read their stories visit: http://www.jeansforgenesday.org

I only heard about the charity recently, but as soon as I’d sat, my eyes glued to the article in First News, for ten minutes, I’d already made up my mind. I wanted to help. So I thought about what I could do in my jeans, a sponsored silence? A walk? A run? A swim? A cake sale? The main purpose of this blog was to make others aware of Jeans for Genes Day and to gather lots of ideas for things I could do to raise money for Jeans for Genes, extraordinary things for extraordinary kids.

So does anyone have any ideas?

 

Jeans2015

 

Summer Sunsets

Happy smiles

Happy smiles

Everyone has dreams, ideas, things that float about in your head, but only some people have a special and unique ability to put these thoughts and daydreams into a beautifully woven web of words, music or paint.  Some of these people are poets, artists, musicians, authors, playwrights, singers and lyricists.

I hope to become a few of these things. I would lovefor my name to go down in history as an author or a singer, but I know that it is unlikely, I am happy just to have these as hobbies that I enjoy. The thing I do hope to be successful with is poetry, it is something I love, I am passionate about and  I do a lot of in my spare time. I like to share my poems and inspire people to have poetry as a pastime. It allows you to get your emotions out, capture your feelings and grasp an aspect of life and pin it onto a piece of paper

Some boys, including my Dad and Brother, might think, “I’d rather go fishing”. Well, the way I see poetry is rather like fishing. I have a theory that everyone has words swimming about in their mind, your pencil and paper are like your rod and  net, you catch the words with your pencil and put them on your peice of paper.  Some people are naturally talented at poetry, while others are more practical, really it doesn’t matter, it’s the enthusiasm that makes a difference.

So let me know, whether you already love writing poetry or you have just decided to begin, what have you written about?

Here’s my latest:

SUMMER SUNSETS

A windblown, carefree figure
silhouetted on a hill,
summer sunsets swirling,
I will love you still.

Time freezes
when I’m with you.
The sun stoops down to kiss you,
she leaves an amber burn upon your cheek.

Will you stay with me forever?
Under the skies of beauty.
Will you answer me “never”,
when I ask if you will leave me?

We’ll swim in the moon’s waters,
dance with the planet’s daughters,
sleep in the sun’s quarters.

The stones will sing us songs,
the stars will bang great golden gongs,
the bells will ring,
a hundred birds begin to sing.

Favourite Tennis Player?

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I love tennis, as I’m sure some of you all do too. It is my dream to go to Wimbledon one day, I would love it.  It’s fun to watch or play, but have you ever thought about who your favourite player is?  I only really watch Wimbledon, sometimes Queens. It’s really hard to decide who you want to win, but I always cheer for the new players.  I just think that if the same top people like Andy Murray, Novak Djokovic, Serena Williams and Roger Federer win every year it gets a bit boring and predictable.

My fave has to be Jo-Wilfred Tsonga, he is so smiley.  I want to know who your favourites are, do you cheer on the not so famous players? Are you loyal to your country’s favourites? Let me know, leave a comment below.

Here’s my Wimbledon poem, hopefully I’ve captured the main feel and elements of the tournament.

Echo of shots out on the court,
the audience rises in applause.

It’s love-fifteen,
as the crowd tucks into strawberries and cream.

Summer days, nice and hot,
players doing rallies and shots.

Only in white,
the sun is so bright.